Bandit | Benjamin Penis Was Going Exploring As It Looked To The Left And Right

Live Sex | Two Bodies Intertwined Under Thick Blanket Sleeping The Sleep Of Beloved

The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow light, the glare of the streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian blinds.

It wasn't a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end, desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves. The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature.

But that wasn't to say that the room had no character; far from it. It wasn't easy for a lowly teenager to make a dent in the Establishment's effort to create anonymous conformity, but it could be done.

The center of the floor was covered by a huge Persian rug, and the walls were adorned with Roger Dean landscapes: here an ethereal stone staircase over a cloudy sky, there a desert island floating in the clouds, and over there a huge mesa, a lake at its top, sheeting down water on all sides.

And there weren't many other rooms in the building that would have had furniture like that next to the desk: a keyboard stand with a small synthesizer, a pair of boxy guitar amps, a beautiful old Les Paul on a stand, and a hideously-customized old Rickenbacker bass beside it, a sort of "American Gothic" with guitars instead of the old farmer and his wife.

The bunk bed was occupied, top and bottom, and gentle breathing could be heard from both of the beds. Up top, two bodies were intertwined under the thick blanket, sleeping the sleep of the beloved.

Down below, a single body was stretched out and gently snoring, head thrown back on the thick pillow, arms and legs akimbo. Suddenly, a tiny rustling motion came from beneath the blanket on the lower bunk. A small, moving lump appeared under the blanket, slowly and laboriously moving across to the edge of the bed. At the edge, it hesitated, trembling, then cautiously nosed out from under the covers.

Benjamin's penis was going exploring.

It looked to the left and right, carefully sniffing the air for anything out of the ordinary and listening for any strange sound that might mean trouble. Satisfied at last, it gathered itself carefully, and jumped lightly down onto the carpet, glans first.

It was an undignified way to land, that was for certain, but it knew from experience that it was a hell of a lot nicer than landing on its balls.